A man's voice woke her from a pleasant dream. Her eyes stayed closed as she tried to determine what was going on and she eventually realised the man was coming from the alarm clock. She was warm and comfortable. Jess was pressed up against her back, his warmth radiating through her, and his arm was wrapped comfortably around her, his hand resting on her upper stomach, just brushing the underside of her breasts. She felt him stir behind her, hand shifting a little to pull her closer. They lay there for a few minutes, listening to the music now coming from the radio. He must have known she was awake, as his lips were soon moving softly over the back of her shoulder, just visible where the t-shirt had slipped slightly. She smiled and mumbled,

"Hi."

She felt his lips curve into a smile as he replied. "Hi, yourself."

What a perfect way to be woken up, she thought to herself. She let him continue for a while, lips exploring her soft skin, before rolling slowly onto her back, eyes still closed. He took advantage of this immediately, kissing her softly on her lips. Their mouths both remained closed, conscious of morning breath. She smiled into the kiss, but refused to open her eyes; she was so tired!

When she finally managed to open her eyes, there was no warm body pressed against her. She must have dozed off again, he was gone. She lifted her head off the pillow and looked around the room. She could hear voices down the corridor and, desperately not wanting to see any of Jess' roommates while she was dressed like this, she decided to stay right where she was. Sure enough, a few minutes later, the door creaked open and he entered, holding 2 cups of coffee.

"I thought you might be a little more chatty after this," he mocked as he handed her one of the cups.

"Mmmm," she replied.

"Not a morning person. I'm learning new things about you all the time Gilmore."

She smiled at this thought, she couldn't wait to learn everything about him. Sipping her coffee slowly, the world started to fall into place. She sat up straighter, leaning against the headboard and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

She looks gorgeous, Jess thought to himself. All sleepy and ruffled. God what I'd like to do right now….NO! Stop it! Don't even think about it. He felt himself twitch.

"So," he tried to steer his mind away from that. "We only have a couple of hours, anything you'd like to see in Philly before you go?"

"Um, well yeah, but I'd rather see them next time and just spend the morning here." She blushed as a thought crossed her mind, "I mean, uh, if you want me to come back another time." She stared down at the steam rising from the coffee in her hands.

"Are you kidding me? Don't even try to wriggle out of this one Gilmore. I want you back here. And I wanna come to you. Whenever we can."

Her eyes snapped to look at him and they stared into each other's eyes for a good few seconds. She smiled. He smiled.

"OK, well, good." She returned to drinking her coffee when, right on cue, her stomach groaned.

He laughed. "Silly me, forgetting to feed a Gilmore!" He leant over to kiss her softly, jumped off the bed and scurried out of the room. She used this opportunity to find the sweatpants he'd lent her, pulling them on and heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

When she was done, she padded to the kitchen, where she stood frozen in the doorway. She'd expected some cereal, or a pop-tart. But no, Jess Mariano was making eggs, bacon and toast. She stood and watched him for a while, once again admiring how gracefully he moved around the kitchen, dressed only in boxers and a t-shirt. Eventually, she walked over to him, making enough noise so that she wouldn't scare him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. He was warm and smelled amazing for so early in the morning. He moaned contently and turned his head over his shoulder to kiss her. She moved aside and hopped up onto the counter, sweatpants swinging round her ankles.

"So, I had no idea you could cook."

He smiled. "Like I said, there's a lot you don't know about me." They smiled at each other and he continued. "You'd be hard pressed to work in a diner and live with Luke for over a year and not learn a thing or two about cooking." He pushed the eggs around the frying pan with a spatula and tossed the bacon.

"You look sexy when you cook," she blurted out. She felt her cheeks redden immediately, why had she just said that?! She sat with her mouth hanging open, eyes wide, embarrassed. He smirked and walked slowly towards her.

"Is that right?" he teased with raised eyebrows.

Her pulse quickened, heart thumping in her chest as he braced his arms either side of her on the counter, spatula still in his right hand. She couldn't reply, her brain was too fuzzy to think of a witty response. He moved his body closer to hers, his face a little lower than hers in this position.

"What else do I look sexy doing?" He was teasing her. His lips moved to her neck to kiss her slowly. She closed her eyes and sighed. He pushed her legs apart with his left hand and moved to stand between them.

"Um," she tried to form words in her head. "You know…other stuff."

"Such as?" He wasn't going to let her get out of this. His head moved to the other side of her neck.

She sighed and whispered, "everything."

He pulled back to look at her, smiled, slid his left hand down to her rear and pulled her forwards towards him, so that she was balancing on the edge of the counter, held up by his body. His lips found hers and his hand dove into her hair. He kissed her softly, but with need and want. She noticed he'd brushed his teeth as his tongue came out to tease at her lips. She let him in, clinging to his upper body for support. His pushed his body into hers slightly, his stomach pushing into her just where she needed him. She moaned and pushed back, desperate for the friction. In between kisses, she mumbled, "your eggs will burn."

"So what?" he responded.

"So, you have a very hungry Gilmore here and if she's not fed soon, who knows what she'll do."

Reluctantly, he pulled away from her, chuckling and returned to the food.

They ate perched on stools at the breakfast bar, legs brushing against one another's every now and again. When they'd finished eating, Rory stood and took their plates to the sink.

"What are you doing?" Jess asked.

"Clearing up," she replied.

He chuckled. "Why?"

"Because, you cooked, it's only fair."

He approached her from behind, reaching around her to turn off the water. "You don't have to do that, you're a guest," he whispered, lips close to her ear.

"I don't mind," she bargained.

"But I do. We don't have much time left and I'd really, reeeaally like to take you back to bed."

She turned around and leant against the counter, he was framing her body once again with his hands.

"Well, you make it sound so appealing." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her in to him.

"Woah! Is it safe to come in?" they were interrupted. Looking over to the doorway, they saw Matt, frozen, with his hand covering his eyes.

Jess sighed and let go of Rory. "Yeah, it's safe. No need to be a drama queen about it."

Matt dropped his hand and walked into the kitchen, pouring himself some coffee.

"Morning Rory. I thought we'd see you again this morning."

She blushed and giggled. "Hi," she replied pathetically as Jess dragged her towards the small hallway and back into his room.

"Sorry about that," he said once the door was shut. "Roommates."

"It's ok, I've lived with Paris for a long time, trust me, she's worse."

He chuckled. "I can believe that!"

She glanced over at the clock. It was 8.45.

"What time do you need to leave?"

"I have to pack my stuff up, so I guess I'll leave here around 11, get a taxi back to my hotel."

"Ok." He moved slowly towards her, taking her hands in his. "So I can have my way with you for a while first then?" One corner of his mouth cocked up into a smirk.

"Well, that depends on what you think having your way with me means Mr Mariano." She looked down at the floor between them, she still didn't want to rush things, but was embarrassed to bring it up yet again.

"Hey," he said softly, tilting her chin up with his finger. "You know I don't mean that. Not yet. I was just, kind of, hoping to kiss you a bit more that's all." She smiled and relaxed into his hold as his hands went to her waist again. "And maybe," he paused as his lips went to her neck, "get you a little worked up again, like last night." Her breath hitched and he kissed her pulse point. "I like those noises you made."

Her eyes closed as she felt his warm breath on her neck, warm, wet kisses moving down toward her collarbone, his hands wrapping around her back and pulling her body closer. Her hands braced on his shoulders, finding well defined muscles and relishing in how safe and protected she felt in his strong arms.

He continued to nuzzle her neck, while his hands crept slowly under the hem of his t-shirt that she was still wearing. He gripped her waist under the shirt, fingers stroking her skin softly, but they didn't venture any higher. 'Not today', he thought. 'Don't rush her.' He went back to her lips, kissing her softly, and she spoke between kisses.

"Can I….be….honest with you?" she asked breathlessly. He pulled back immediately, hearing the sincerity of her voice.

"Of course," he replied, suddenly serious.

"I don't know if I can take this again." She continued shyly when he looked puzzled. "You doing this to me, getting me all, how did you phrase it, worked up." He chuckled softly and brushed his nose lightly against hers. "I mean it's great, believe me! It's just…you're not the only one whose willpower is pretty weak right now." She was embarrassed, she could feel her cheeks reddening. "I want you," she stared deep into his eyes. "And let's just say…you make me feel…giddy…in all sorts of places. I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself again."

The air left his lungs. That was the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me, he thought.

"Jess?" she broke his reverie. He must have been standing, staring, speechless.

"Sorry. I just…wow. That was incredibly sexy." He broke his hold on her and ran a hand through his hair. He loved that she blushed yet again and looked at the floor. She screamed when he lifted her right off her feet, arm hooked under her knees like a child. He grinned playfully and gently placed her in the centre of the bed, coming to lie down next to her, head propped up on his hand.

"So let's just talk."